Here’s an amusing post. And while he wrote some beautiful songs, anyone who imagines that he was a sophisticated political analyst should simply listen to the lyrics of “Imagine,” possibly the most insipid and idiotic song ever written. “Afternoon Delight” sounds profound in comparison. As Glenn says, who’s got more sense–someone who’d marry Barbara Bach, or Yoko?
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’d like to see a world in which fewer people took such mindless platitudes seriously.
Just like Megan McArdle. I don’t even drink coffee, so I’m even more un-American than she is. If I were the market, Starbucks wouldn’t exist. And I don’t even like watching thrillers that much, let alone try to come up with them.
Just like Megan McArdle. I don’t even drink coffee, so I’m even more un-American than she is. If I were the market, Starbucks wouldn’t exist. And I don’t even like watching thrillers that much, let alone try to come up with them.
Just like Megan McArdle. I don’t even drink coffee, so I’m even more un-American than she is. If I were the market, Starbucks wouldn’t exist. And I don’t even like watching thrillers that much, let alone try to come up with them.
He’ll be pretty embarrassed in a couple decades, when we’ve evolved beyond HTML (and the thing’s getting a little wrinkly). Of course, by then, tattoo removal technology should be pretty far along as well…
If ever there was a movie that didn’t need to be remade (or even made in the first place), it was Capricorn One. I was living in Tucson, doing some volunteer work for the L-5 Society, when it came out, and a group of us space nuts went to see it. We were appalled.
But Dwayne Day, for some unaccountable reason, seems to have liked it.